Skeletons in The Closet: Chapter Four
(A/N):Ok, thanks, again, to all my reviewers. A note to everyone: I'm sorry about the format of the story if it's messed up. I know that dialogue needs a new line, but the site messed up my formatting, I'm sorry you have to read it as a big chunk. Its very annoying. Also, thanks for sticking with me even though its stupid. Oh, also thanks to Dave for constantly feeding me ideas for a LOTR smut fic *ewww* Write it yourself, boy! Disclaimer: I own nothing except my plotline, please dont chain me up and sue me etc.
Chapter Four: See It My Way!
Ron slammed the compartment door with satisfaction. "There. That's shown her. She'll soon see she can't mess us around." He turned to see Harry looking dejected, and felt a slight pang of guilt. "Hey, Harry, what's up with you?" Harry looked up, somewhat miserably. "Do you really think that was a good idea, Ron?" He asked, bright green eyes staring hard into Ron's uncomfortable brown ones. Ron spluttered. "What? I mean-Cho...you-you...I mean, she's with a....betrayed me-Oh, Harry, you're not on her side, are you?" Harry stood up. "Ron, technically, she's done nothing wrong! She must be going through something huge, and you're too wrapped up in yourself too try to see it her way!" Harry was a little bit surprised at himself. He knew that Ron was only annoyed because he had a thing for Hermione. But the thing was, he felt annoyed too, and he couldn't quite work out why.
Ron was staring at him with the expression of someone who had just had a firework go off in his pocket. "So you are on her side. Well, thanks a bunch, Harry." And with that, he turned as Harry had done on the platform, and slammed out of the compartment, breaking the glass in the door from the force of slamming it so hard. Harry turned to look out of the window, angrily exhaling mist onto the glass.
A muttered spell repaired the glass in the compartment, and Harry turned to see Hermione tucking her wand into her robes. "Oh, Harry, I know you're annoyed at me, but please, listen to my side-" "Hermione," said Harry stiffly "There's a reason Ron shut you out of the compartent. Didn't you get it? Shall I explain?" Hermione had exactly the same expression as Ron had had, not five minutes earlier. "B-but you just said..." Harry sighed angrily. "I know what I said to Ron. But it doesn't mean I'm fine with it! Hermione, you knew I liked Cho, and then you just-" Harry waved a hand, in a gesture whose meaning failed them both completely. Hermione stamped her foot. "Harry! I'm sorry, really, but I need friends right now, can't you see that? Please, just for a minute, see it my way!" "YOUR WAY?" Harry roared. "WHAT ABOUT MINE? WHAT ABOUT RON'S?"Open mouthed, Hermione scurried out.
"Aaaaaaah, have the Miniature Heroes had a lickle fallout?" A sneering drawl floated through the door. Harry snapped. He whipped out his wand.
********* "The Spitting Seaweed curse, Potter." Professor Mcgonagall shook her head. "I know you have an, ahem, rivalry with Mr Malfoy, but didn't you listen when you were told that that spell crossed with the Jellylegs Jinx and the Tickling Charm caused four-day unconciousness? Why do you and Mr. Weasley involve Miss Granger in your schemes?" Harry was irritated. "It wasn't-" "Now, Potter, don't make it worse. Listen to me." Mcgonagall got that look on her face and Harry listened. "You will do detention tomorrow night, with Weasley and Granger. That's all, you may go." Harry left, avoiding Colin Creevey on his way up to Gryffindor Tower. This wasn't the beginning to the year he had imagined.
(A/N):Ok, thanks, again, to all my reviewers. A note to everyone: I'm sorry about the format of the story if it's messed up. I know that dialogue needs a new line, but the site messed up my formatting, I'm sorry you have to read it as a big chunk. Its very annoying. Also, thanks for sticking with me even though its stupid. Oh, also thanks to Dave for constantly feeding me ideas for a LOTR smut fic *ewww* Write it yourself, boy! Disclaimer: I own nothing except my plotline, please dont chain me up and sue me etc.
Chapter Four: See It My Way!
Ron slammed the compartment door with satisfaction. "There. That's shown her. She'll soon see she can't mess us around." He turned to see Harry looking dejected, and felt a slight pang of guilt. "Hey, Harry, what's up with you?" Harry looked up, somewhat miserably. "Do you really think that was a good idea, Ron?" He asked, bright green eyes staring hard into Ron's uncomfortable brown ones. Ron spluttered. "What? I mean-Cho...you-you...I mean, she's with a....betrayed me-Oh, Harry, you're not on her side, are you?" Harry stood up. "Ron, technically, she's done nothing wrong! She must be going through something huge, and you're too wrapped up in yourself too try to see it her way!" Harry was a little bit surprised at himself. He knew that Ron was only annoyed because he had a thing for Hermione. But the thing was, he felt annoyed too, and he couldn't quite work out why.
Ron was staring at him with the expression of someone who had just had a firework go off in his pocket. "So you are on her side. Well, thanks a bunch, Harry." And with that, he turned as Harry had done on the platform, and slammed out of the compartment, breaking the glass in the door from the force of slamming it so hard. Harry turned to look out of the window, angrily exhaling mist onto the glass.
A muttered spell repaired the glass in the compartment, and Harry turned to see Hermione tucking her wand into her robes. "Oh, Harry, I know you're annoyed at me, but please, listen to my side-" "Hermione," said Harry stiffly "There's a reason Ron shut you out of the compartent. Didn't you get it? Shall I explain?" Hermione had exactly the same expression as Ron had had, not five minutes earlier. "B-but you just said..." Harry sighed angrily. "I know what I said to Ron. But it doesn't mean I'm fine with it! Hermione, you knew I liked Cho, and then you just-" Harry waved a hand, in a gesture whose meaning failed them both completely. Hermione stamped her foot. "Harry! I'm sorry, really, but I need friends right now, can't you see that? Please, just for a minute, see it my way!" "YOUR WAY?" Harry roared. "WHAT ABOUT MINE? WHAT ABOUT RON'S?"Open mouthed, Hermione scurried out.
"Aaaaaaah, have the Miniature Heroes had a lickle fallout?" A sneering drawl floated through the door. Harry snapped. He whipped out his wand.
********* "The Spitting Seaweed curse, Potter." Professor Mcgonagall shook her head. "I know you have an, ahem, rivalry with Mr Malfoy, but didn't you listen when you were told that that spell crossed with the Jellylegs Jinx and the Tickling Charm caused four-day unconciousness? Why do you and Mr. Weasley involve Miss Granger in your schemes?" Harry was irritated. "It wasn't-" "Now, Potter, don't make it worse. Listen to me." Mcgonagall got that look on her face and Harry listened. "You will do detention tomorrow night, with Weasley and Granger. That's all, you may go." Harry left, avoiding Colin Creevey on his way up to Gryffindor Tower. This wasn't the beginning to the year he had imagined.